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Do it Yourself; Tips and ideas for DIY projects to give a gift that your significant other won't return.
Choosing Joy Despite Darkness
Here in Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada our Winters are darker. Statistics show that Vitamin D, and Magnesium deficiency are prevalent among Canadians, especially during Winter months, and more so the further North you go. This year with the reality of the Covid-19 global pandemic, some darkness of Winter seemed intensified, and not exclusive to the season. Governmental authority decisions didn't ease the extremity.
By Karen Earls5 years ago in Humans
HME Decorations
After being diagnosed with laryngeal cancer in September of 2019, I underwent surgery to remove the cancer. First I was given an emergency tracheotomy to open an airway so that I could breathe. Then, during the following weeks, I had appointments with several doctors who were members of a group of specialists dedicated to head and neck cancers. The group included an Otolaryngologist, a radiologist, a thoracic surgeon, and a psychologist, just to name a few. Together, they prepared me for the next step, a total laryngectomy to remove the cancer, and a partial thyroidectomy in case the cancer had spread.
By Aaron J. Wayne5 years ago in Humans
A Crafty Way To Mend A Broken Heart
I pulled into the beach parking lot unaware at the time of how this one small afternoon’s whimsical venture would begin my journey from the depths of heartbreak and devastation to a life of new found wisdom, inspiration and peace.
By Debra Debek5 years ago in Humans
Recycle, Up-cycle
Hazel is my upstairs neighbour. She’s little, old and thin and rather reminds me of my mum who died twelve years ago. In fact, they’d be about the same age, both born just before the end of World War II. Once a week or so Hazel and I have a coffee either in her flat or mine. I don’t allow smoking in my flat but I make an exception for Hazel. When I put the kettle on I dig out my mum’s green, glass ashtray from the 1970s and, with coffees in hand, I make myself comfortable while I listen to Hazel’s stories, most of which I’ve heard several times. That’s the trouble with getting old, you can only look back. But, I am very respectful of the fact that old people have lived, really lived (I’m thinking bombing and rationing) and I think I carry that respect over into material possessions too. I hate the idea of memories being lost and perhaps I place too much sentimentality onto inanimate objects but that’s what makes a possession sacred and special - the emotion we project onto it.
By Julie Murrow5 years ago in Humans
The Joy of Creating
Oh, sewing. That magical escape soothes the mind and energizes the heart by freeing my creative spirit. I sit at my work table, a blank page before me and pencil in hand as the sunlight peeps through the lace curtains I sewed last summer. What shall I create today? Staring into the distance, my mind skips from one idea to the next, as though they're stepping stones in a winding path in the forest.
By Marianna Felfoldi5 years ago in Humans
Creative Floods.
I decided to leave my job six months into COVID. I never thought making coffee was essential to the world but I was, in fact, wrong. There was more to my decision to leave. COVID was just the last straw and the push I needed to finally turn in my apron. At first, I was a little nervous about how we were going to afford our lives on just one income. So I started looking into ways I could contribute.
By Franchessica Hannawacker 5 years ago in Humans
Need I say More?
Over the last couple of weeks, Cassie’s Handy-work has really revved up, as we finish renovating. First, I attempted painting, which we all know was not my strongest suit, mainly because I get more paint on myself than the area I’m painting. I even managed to get paint on myself yesterday and I wasn’t even painting. I helped Kristal and Brooke put together the flatpack wardrobes, and really, they would have been lost without my watchful eye and expertise. The way I hammered the back of the wardrobe on was nothing short of amazing. There were 8 nails which required hammering and Kristal only needed to remove 4…or maybe 6, which is really a win for me.
By Cassie Ford5 years ago in Humans
My Socks are Folded
Everywhere I gaze I see me – I’m at my place, in my room, inside. For contrast, I open up a social media platform I still enjoy and there I see someone, in a city that I love but am away from, has dressed up as a clown and has taken to the street holding a sign that says, “bonne fête la covid” (in all capitals). I cannot laugh at this. In response, I find myself with eyes narrowed, mouth breathing and trying to understand the feelings that are arising in me. I’ve been analyzing my self, my relations, and my lifestyle a lot this past year especially. The pandemic has been compounded with some inclement interpersonal weather – including events and situations that require gear and tools I’m still learning how to use – but something that has provided me with consistent comfort and growth is organizing my place and life to be filled with more glimmers (for hope and futurity) rather than triggers.
By Helena Helios5 years ago in Humans
